Haunted Wood You make me wanna come thru

He toppled easily, letting himself be pressed to the floor. She chuckled softly, taking in how he looked.
"Adorable.."
She smiled, her body pressed close to him. He was warm. So very warm. Probably all the effort he'd put into chasing her, poor boy. He wasn't built for speed.
"I'm Vanity. Who are you?"

She'd totally forgot to get his name. It would've been a shame if he'd chosen to run the other way, but it didn't matter. He was here now. He had such pretty colours. The tan brown, mixing with the fawny colors of a deer, capped with dark greys and whites.